Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5

Slim and Franke

Happy New Year

Monday, September 26, 2016

I've been so many places that it was hard to choose. But ... the
most recent one to NYC in December with my brother was amazing. He's
only been on 3 vacations in his entire life & his 2nd time flying.
On the last leg of our flight as we flew in at night, we were seated
next to a native New Yorker that pointed out all of the sites to my
brother.

so many trips, and each one special. Hard to pinpoint any one.
Every trip to Hawaii has been magical. Trip taking our oldest grandson
to AZ for spring training and Wrestlemania when he turned 13 was
special. 2 week trans-Atlantic cruise with mom was special, even though
she got quite sick and we were confined to our cabin for 3-4 days.
Even anniversary trips to Las Vegas each year with hubby are special.

I think my 'favorite days' were our long weekend trips to Crystal
River, Florida when my kids were (roughly) 13 and 7. We would pontoon
boat out on the ice clear, cold river and snorkel (using wet suits;
sometimes just tops depending upon how warm it was outside.)

Although
the outdoor temps were high in the 80's, the crystal clear fresh spring
fed water there is on the cool side...We would swim a tunnel-like shoot
to an aqua green grotto, where 3 springs fed this place...the bottom
was a pure white grainy sand. One time, we went there after a hurricane
had passed, and it was wild! The water was soooo high! We also swam with
(MANY) manatees here, both big and small...babies, too. It felt as if
we got to know the manatees, and we became familiar with their behavior.
It was a wondrous time for us...

Vacation? What's that?
Ha ha.
Most of our "holidays" were
spent at home doing things that didn't get done during working weeks, we
just didn't have money to be going away anywhere. Even kids school
breaks were spent at home, we couldn't take them anywhere, maybe a movie
or two, but when Videos and then DVDs were invented, movies were
watched at home, usually with a bunch of neighbourhood kids invited in.

It is hard for me to define the term vacation or holiday.In my
case there have been so many all likable and as well as travelling to as
many as 78 different countries most of them during my Naval career;
some multiple occasions, my favourite working holiday with my family was
in Hong Kong Aug 5 1962 to Sept 1964. Great accommodation - a servant
and a 28 hr working week with a week off every six months. Also the 31
day cruise to Australia with the tribe in 1971 was hard to beat.. far
better than cruising with the navy - not too many creature comforts, The
list would go on.

12:33 AM

Lynn said...
My trip with my sister Jo, and nieces Abby and Amanda, to Europe in the late 90s. The highlight - beloved Scotland.

Hum I thought about this and thought I posted but I guess I
didn't. I took a trip to the Keys in a 23 foot boat with two friends. We
lived on the boat for 10 days in bathing suits, scuba diving, fishing,
island hopping and just relaxing. Food tastes so good on the water.

2:20 PMPat said...
Difficult choice with all the travels I made with Alastair but
the most memorable one was in 1939 - the summer before WW2 - on holiday
with Mum and Dad and my younger brother. We lived in a tent on the edge
of Lake Windemere - I can still smell the warm grass beneath our
sleeping bags. Once we had done our chores we had complete freedom to
climb, swim, fish and get up to mischief. Magical days.

Thursday, September 22, 2016

We
got pictures for Wednesday instead of words and now we have to supply
our own words.
Two
pictures on Words For Wednesday were provided by Margaret
Adamson and her friend Sue Fulcher. Thank you for these two
challenging photos. You will find both photos offered and other
stories posted at the blog of
Elephant's Child.

JUNGLE
FEVER by Granny AnnieThe
island could be seen across the ocean in the fog. The jungle
that surrounded us was less appealing, though the elegant hotel made
up for the massive foliage that surrounded us. We
sipped our drinks in the shade and despite all the beauty we look
forward to going home. The travel agent had not said the mosquitoes
and other jungle infestations and animals would feel so threatening.
It would still be days before the boat returned to pick us up. The
third day dawned and we could hear a soft distant drum beat. It
was echoing through the forest. The rhythm of the sounds grew louder
and closer. The employees and other guests of the hotel begin to
scurry around. They grabbed their belongings and moved in a
panic toward the exit. We were totally confused about what was about
to happen. We had not yet seen the swarm of pygmy warriors descending
on our hotel. These natives were armed with spears, knives and poison
blow darts. They had shrunken heads as decorations on what little
clothing they wore. Our
tour guides had assured us this was a safe place for a vacation.
Those tour guides had already disappeared with the fleeing guests. My
husband noticed two large baskets and quickly turned one over me and
told me to crouch down as he turned the other over himself and we
quietly stayed hidden against the wall. It
took several hours for the carnage to end. We could barely
breath and did not even whisper to each other. My husband finally
determined it would be safe for us to vacate our basket havens. We
were at the water's edge the last few days waiting for the boat.
There was never a more glorious sight than the appearance of
our rescue transport arriving to pick us up. We shared the story of
what happened to the others. We were so very happy to be able to
escape this island and return home. The
boat moved away from the shore but nor before we heard the drums once
more and rejoiced that we were just out of the range of spears and
darts being hurled toward us.

(Now
don't you want to go look at the pictures and come up with your own
story?)

Believe in God. And Trump is NOT the answer. And do unto others
as they would like done unto them. (the Platinum Rule.) And life is
short; don't make mountains out of molehills. Smell the flowers and
swing on the swings.

About Me

Favorite quote by Angie Worth: "Faith is what holds us together while religion tears us apart."
ABOUT ME: I avoid the news. I have turned off my political upheaval. My days of political activisim are supposed to be over. My hands have been thrown up in surrender and I try to be the best wife, mom, grandma, sibling and chicken farmer that I can be. "I am alive, I am alive by God's grace, I am living in God's care."

PAINT PARTY FRIDAY

29 FACES CHALLENGE

29 FACES CHALLENGE

Counter-Terrorist Rooster

UNUSUAL HENHOUSE KIDNAPPING

Published in Countryside Magazine, Sept/Oct 2009 isue. A surprise in one of our chicken house nest boxes Be sure and click to enlarge.

POETRY PORTRAITS

Custom, descriptive poetry for all occasions. Granny Annie established Poetry Portraits by Angie Worth in 1983 and has written and sold over 1,000 since that time. "Angie Worth takes up where Hallmark leaves off" Lou Ann Ruark, Tulsa World, 1984